Album: My Life II... The Journey Continues (Act 1) (2011)
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  • I've been logging in my bed, crying til my eyes are red
    We both said that things will change
    But it's still the same shade of grey
    I get mad you walk away
    When it all just start to fade
    I know you're fed up so am I
    But we just can't say goodbye
    Boy, you know I love you
    But I just can't go on no more
    Feelin' this way

    You got me sayin' why, why, why?
    Can't we get it right?
    Just can't get it right
    Don't know why, why, why?
    Can't we get it right
    No matter how hard we try

    I got her looking at me sideways
    Live every night like it's a Friday
    My conversations are so monumental
    Licking on her ear, I'm whispering a couple riddles
    She fell in love with my technique
    I made her call me boss when in the bedsheets
    We both coming from the same place
    All in her both coming at the same place
    Still on my dope boy swag
    Top down on my Cam'ron, Oh boy swag
    Played the hand we were dealt from the beginning, baby
    Ya the dealer, cut the deck, while we winning baby

    You got me sayin' why, why, why?
    Can't we get it right?
    Just can't get it right
    Don't know why, why, why?
    Can't we get it right
    No matter how hard we try

    Can't we turn love around
    We build it up to break it down
    If you knew the way I feel
    You would know that this love is real
    But live in heaven, go to hell then
    Go right back, across the lesson
    Tired of stressin', get the message
    I can't live in this depression no more
    Boy, you know I love you
    But I just can't go on feeling like this no more

    You got me sayin' why, why, why?
    Can't we get it right?
    Just can't get it right
    Don't know why, why, why?
    Can't we get it right
    No matter how hard we try

    Back on my own again
    I don't want this to end
    But baby I need a friend to show me some more
    And I think it should be you

    Characteristics of a charismatic nigga, 20 million on a villa, what's illa
    We livin', lil boys gotta work at that
    Gettin' cash, so I snatch my girl a perfume bag
    Blowin kisses out the drop top, that nigga got gwop
    Stay in ya house when the block hot
    Makin love that will not stop,
    Bed sheets to the countertop
    Diamonds my baby down to rock Writer/s: Dave Young, Eric Hudson, Mary J. Blige, William Roberts
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Songtrust Ave, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Wixen Music Publishing
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